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"I wouldn't mind," said Fred Weasleys voice. "Be a talking point, wouldn't it?"
Percy seized Ron and was dragging him back to the bank ("Gerroff, Percy, I'm all right!"); Dumbledore and Bagman were pulling Harry upright; Fleur had broken free of Madame Maxime and was hugging her sister.
Crookshanks crawled into Harrys lap and curled up, purring deeply. The common room emptied slowly around Harry. People kept wishing him luck for the next morning in cheery, confident voices like Hagrid s, all of them apparently convinced that he was about to pull off another stunning performance like the one he had managed in the first task. Harry couldn't answer them, he just nodded, feeling as though there were a golfball stuck in his throat. By ten to midnight, he was alone in the room with Crookshanks. He had searched all the remaining books, and Ron and Hermione had not come back.
"Absolutely right," he said quickly, slapping his own hand down on the table in imitation of Fleur. "Like that. Yeah."
"Animal magnetism," said Ron gloomily, pulling stray threads out of his cuffs.
"Listen, Harry," he said (still in a very low voice), "I feel very bad about all this . .
"Er - no," said Harry, grinning. "I've been working out the clue."
"Who cares if he's half-giant?" Harry shouted. "There's nothing wrong with him!"
"Shut up!" Snape hissed to Filch.
The map flew up into the air, slipped through Snapes outstretched fingers, and soared down the stairs into Moodys hand.
"Well, they're . . . they're . . ." Ron struggled for words. ". . . not very nice," he finished lamely.
"Did you know?" he whispered. "About Hagrid being half-giant?"
Harry felt both stupid and annoyed. It was all very well for Ron; he'd been asleep, he hadn't felt how eerie it was down in the lake, surrounded by spear-carrying merpeople who'd looked more than capable of murder.
Hermione looked as though Ron had slapped her. When she spoke, her voice quivered.
"Yeah, but there's still the giant squid," said Ron. He didn't sound anxious - if anything, he sounded hopeful. Hermione noticed his tone of voice and frowned.
There was no food as yet on the glittering golden plates, but small menus were lying in front of each of them. Harry picked his up uncertainly and looked around - there were no waiters. Dumbledore, however, looked carefully down at his own menu, then said very clearly to his plate, "Pork chops!"